Out- in our garden,
Leaves of green make their debut,
Pink- petals falling,
Are you a sakura’s tear?
Weeping with friend yanagi?
Tag: spring
I open my blinds
The apple out my window
Greets me with great blooms
White petals and a sweet smell
Holding a promise of fruit
Do not fret drizzle
Or be bothered by cold drops
Ignore howling wind
Instead focus on rainbows
And how many will appear
This peaceful moment:
You, me, and the sound of rain.
A soft percussion,
Dropping bubbly brook beats,
That crescendos rapidly.
Refreshing shower,
Gives way to clear blue,
Framed by warm white clouds,
This must be what a painter
Feels after the final stroke.
Trundling mornings
Accented in small petals
Pastel vanilla
Perfumed breezes pass me by
Giving way to cold showers
What fair wind is this?
Crisp and sweet without a kiss-
From Winter’s white lips.
Could it be that Spring has sprung?
As was promised in Autumn?
Golden sunset shines
Through pea-sized water droplets
Crystalline clear
Trailing a fuzzy rainbow
Where one would expect shadow
Dew kissed and glowing
A set of golden roses
Arise from the East
Greeting the Northwest anew
Both perfumed and thorned alike.
A steady rhythm
You, me, and where the road meets the sky
We laughed our way South
Cheerful Bluebonnets waving
As we pass at highway speeds.